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did you survive? Forgive my boldness, but
these particular monsters rarely leave their victims alive.”
“We…had help,” said Emily, thinking back to
the gallant vampire, Alexander Franson, whom had almost given his
life to rescue them. “A vampire saved our lives.”
“A vampire, you say?” Samuel asked, taken
aback. “…Just who are you ?”
Emily paused for a moment, deciding it best
to conceal the true nature of the matter. Emily felt like she could
trust him, but had been burned once before, and was not about to
make that mistake again.
She sat down on the couch beside her brother,
and gently wiped the blood from his face. Emily looked back to
Samuel, and said, “I’m no one special. I saw something I wasn’t
supposed to, and it almost destroyed my entire family. If it wasn’t
for Xander’s help, none of us would be here right now.”
“Well I guess there’s always time for a
first,” Samuel said. “I’ve never heard of a vampire saving anyone,
out of the goodness of their heart.”
“Xander is different,” said Emily, still
unsure if she could trust the handsome vampire. “He has a heart,
I’ve seen it.”
“Well…sometimes our hearts can lead us to
terrible choices,” said Samuel, with a grim look on his face.
“I don’t understand,” Emily said. “What do
you mean?”
“You’ve heard the reports about the dead
bodies?” Samuel asked. “I believe that your vampire, Xander, is the
reason behind the attacks.”
Emily listened, in shock, as Samuel described
the manner in which the bodies had been displayed.
“You can’t possibly believe that he is
responsible for this?” Emily asked, rising to her feet in
protest.
“Vampires are a race led by passion and
emotion,” Samuel said. “If Xander had any reason to be upset, it is
possible that he could rip apart an entire village overnight.”
This caught Emily off guard, and for the
first time, believed that Samuel may have been telling her the
truth.
Xander had left under less than ideal
circumstances, and Emily tried her best to put the thoughts out of
her mind, but everything seemed to always to come back to her. She
had been the one to send Xander away, alone and angry. If people
were dead, most likely she was to blame.
“I know it may be hard to believe,” Samuel
said, pausing to collect his thoughts. “…But Xander is a cancer on
this small town, and needs to be put down.”
Samuel turned, and walked to the front
window. Looking out to the night sky, he asked, “Emily, could I be
so bold, as to ask you for a favor?”
Chapter Six
“Emily!” shouted Xander, banging on the front
door. “It is urgent, please open up!”
Xander continued to bang on the door, shaking
the very foundation of the house.
The door swung open, and Emily stepped
outside, visibly upset that Xander had returned.
“What do you want?” Emily asked. “I thought
that I made it clear. I don’t want you around anymore. I can’t
trust you.”
A tear streamed down Emily’s face as she
pushed Xander away. She had only met him a week ago, but already
she could feel herself yearning for him. That’s what scared her so
much; that she could possibly care for someone that had been
involved in her mother’s death.
“This is more important than any of that,”
said Xander, grabbing her by the hand. “We don’t have much time.
Trouble is coming, and it is coming fast. I can explain more when
we’re far away from here—.”
“Get your hands off me!” yelled Emily,
pulling herself away. “Are you trying to make up for killing my
mother? Is this only to alleviate some monster’s guilt?”
“I never killed your mother,” stated Xander,
looking around, and becoming more agitated by the minute. “I tried
to—.”
“So then you watched, while the rest of your
filthy kind devoured her?” Emily asked, interrupting her once
valiant hero. “How is that any better?”
“The situation is more complicated than you
could ever
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